Down memory lane

These paintings are rooted on my nostalgic childhood days. My native place Kalliassery was a calm, picturesque village with vast green fields. As a small child, I used to accompany my Grandfather during his routine morning walk through our paddy fields. It was such a divine scene to see the fields transform to a sea with green waves when the wind blows. Here and there were small thatched huts of caretakers, which only enhanced the beauty of the fields.

Now modernization has crept in and the fields have given way to housing plots. W e also sold a large portion of our ancestral land, due to non availability of skilled laborers also because farming was no more profitable. Especially after the construction boom of early eighties and nineties, the paddy fields have been transformed into housing plots in the state.

Kittan , the plowman , is plowing the field , as women are planting paddy plants in the wet soil. His melodies tunes IMMU MMU THU THU, a sound to direct the bullocks still echoes in my ears. The ladies used to sing songs depicting the stories of local heroes.

                                                       My home...Water colour

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